Claire and Violet had shoved the furniture around in the rec room and set up the projector. There was a table with snacks and sandwiches, and Claire would have given her favorite bear for some cola. There was a make up case and some hair brushes, and some glitter covered decorations...just in case anyone could mistake the teen-girl-ambiance that
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There was no way that'd happen, though. Not with music and food and everything just right. This would be a blast.
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She didn't know what to do or say or where to put her hands, and it was highly disconcerting and making her flail like nothing else. "What should I be doing?" It was the third time she'd asked Claire that today, and she finally stopped pacing to look at her friend. "... I mean, I should be doing something, right?"
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She hoped.
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She'd learned at Prufactory Prep that lacking friends was a social death sentence, sometimes. Or a literal one, as the case may be.
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Listen to me. Her kind of people.
She took a deep breath, and moved closer to the other girl. "... Hey. I'm Nita." Seemed to work, world hadn't ended.
Maybe it would be a good day.
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But still, it's something familiar, like a part of an old life at least part of her misses, and it's not like she has anything better to do.
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Tracy's good with names. The more popular, the easier it is to remember their name, and even if this girl is a nobody just like everyone else around here, Tracy's pretty good at picking the type out of a crowd. This one? This one looks like a cheerleader.
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She lets out a bubble of nervous laughter, but she's got enough control to roll her eyes and manage a small, self-deprecating smile. "A blast."
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